8 Mile (Insert Eminem Reference Here)

Today’s long run was, well, you can pretty much guess what I’m up to now. Did the Rockland Lake loop twice then doubled back a mile, turned around, and ran the same mile back to the car. Set a pace record, ran a few sub-10 min miles (another first!!!), and got the benefit of a surprise agility drill in the form of sidestepping a whole lotta goose shit. I’d like to call that bonus action goosestepping, but for obvious reasons, it doesn’t quite fall on this side of appropriate (thanks Nazis!!!).

Anyway, nice little retreat up to the old stomping grounds. Errands run, friends seen, fresh air breathed. Every weekend should be a holiday weekend, amiright?!?!?

Cupid Can Kiss My Ass

What a day. Worked until 9, not without incident, then closed down the gym (dodging the tumbleweeds, because it was a flipplin’ ghost town up in that bitch). Squeezed in 3.5 miles, which was my scheduled run (and all I had time for), but it felt weird that for the first time I didn’t push the mileage beyond what was on my training calendar. I did throw in some intense sprintervals (whoa to those!!!), so I still managed to challenge myself and I guess I can live with that.

All in all, a good workout, but a rough Single Awareness Day. I love me some flowers, but if I see one more rose, I’m going to shove it down the bearer’s throat. The fact that there is no natural law written in stone that ensures no overlap between VDay and PMS just proves to me even further that THERE IS NO GOD. On a related note, I hope that little fucker Cupid shoots himself in the ass with his own arrow. Screw that guy.

I may be a Bitter Betty at the moment, but I do love y’all and I hope all everyone who celebrated had a lovely day/night with their significant other xoxo

So Emotional

Just finished a very sad, very Whitney-heavy 7 miles. Need to go wash off and do some errands before tonight’s Kleenex-fest (a/k/a Grammy Awards), but instead of a long hot soak, I think I’ll just take a shower. Between WH and Jim Morrison, I may never take another bath again. Jesus…

Anyway, I’m now past the halfway point mileage-wise in terms of training for the half. It feels good, but it’ll definitely feel better when I get my shit together and eat like a runner should…

As Ice Cube Said…

…today was a good day. Turned a four mile race into my own personal 10K (first ever, mind you, and at a pace 1:45 quicker than last week’s five miler!!!), shopped smartly but aggressively and it paid off in Jason Wu splendor, got a gazillion errands accomplished, and oh yeah, THE GIANTS WON THE MOTHEREFFING SUPER BOWL!!! All is indeed right with the world tonight

Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger

…than a) myself just yesterday, and b) the skinny bitch on the next treadmill over who kept glancing at my screen with the side-eye. More mileage, quicker pace, no lame-ass break for walking: I think it’s safe to say that I OWNED her. And for anyone who says that my first half isn’t really a race, that’s horseshit. LIFE is a competition. I might not lead the pack (OK, I most definitely will not lead the pack), but I’m gonna push it like Salt ‘n Pepa. There are lots of reasons for my taking on this challenge, but I really dig the idea of doing what was, not so long ago, the unthinkable, and there’s no other legit way to do the previously unthinkable than to go 100% BALLS OUT.

 

No (More) Rest For the Wicked

Involuntary/unscheduled rest day yesterday, massive kick in the head today – thanks, work! Unscathed, I emerged stronger and tacked on extra mileage and speed to today’s run. WIN.

My recovery time is getting better and better – way more sweaty than winded! Full disclosure: I wear Zaggora Hot Pants under my running bottoms. They are supposed to help shrink your ass and reduce cellulite but make life while wearing them a veritable sauna (especially in this balmy February weather! Hello capri tights!!!), but I’ll take a little heat if it means a lot of butt shrinkin’!!!